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“Do you have to do that here?”
Regulus looked up from his plate. They were halfway through lunch and Regulus had been trying to tweak an essay before his next class. “Do what? My homework?” He asked.
“No,” Sirius hissed and gestured at Regulus with a wave of his hand. “Do you have to wear that thing in front of all of us? We’re trying to eat, Reg.”
“Why would my jacket stop you from eating?”
“It’s not your jacket! It’s James’ jacket. His favourite jacket - and you wearing it in front of everyone is basically like having public sex. Nobody wants to watch their little brother have public sex, Regulus!”
Regulus blinked. Sixteen years had made him accustomed to his brother’s eccentricities. James, on the other hand, was looking slightly pale. “If me wearing James' jacket is like having public sex, what is giving Remus a handy in potions?”
“A good time,” Said Remus, before going back to his tea.
“How do you even know about that?” Sirius asked. His eyes shot to James’ guilty face.
James shrugged. “I like to share my trauma.”
Clicking his tongue, Sirius turned back to Regulus. “Take off the jacket.”
“Go fuck yourself.”